(Verse 1) From Norsca’s frost and crimson tide, A warrior rose with gods as guide. His blade sang death, his oath was sworn, A wanderer cursed, forever torn. (Chorus) Wulfrik! Wulfrik! The gods demand the fight! By blood and steel, beneath dark skies, he claims his endless right! (Verse 2) On howling winds, his longship rides, Through storm and war, the gods decide. Kings and heroes, champions fell, Before his blade, they scream and yell. (Chorus) Wulfrik! Wulfrik! The gods demand the fight! By blood and steel, beneath dark skies, he claims his endless right! (Bridge – Spoken in a deep voice like an ancient skald) "No throne to claim, no land to keep, Only death upon the deep…" (Verse 3) Through mortal lands, his challenge calls, A name that echoes in their halls. None may hide, nor turn away, For doom is his, and none can stay! (Final Chorus – Slower and heavier, like a war drum beat) Wulfrik! Wulfrik! The gods demand the fight! The Wanderer roams, the heads he claims, until the final night!
